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Kishore Kumar Hits — Art Sorority - My Father текст песни

Исполнитель: Art Sorority

альбом: Slow Dance

My father calls on Sunday evenings
Children are suffering somewhere, living in a boldfaced lie
And they all probably have my eyes
My father says he's turned his life around
The devil was dragging him down
But he prayed until the dark lord vanished
Now his screenplay's almost finished
My father's got great taste in ovaries
Over and over he's charmed his way into a nice girl's heart
But he always leaves before the hardest part
You wonder how I got so feminine
Well, what have I learned about men?
You laugh at that and I do too
You say you're sad, but glad I told you
And now I kiss your shoulder
And now you stroke my hair
Your daddy buys you ice cream
My daddy's on the welfare
My father swears we'll be together soon
Maybe once in a blue moon he sends along a birthday present
It feels so trite, but hey, what doesn't?
My father calls on Sunday evenings
Pauses for effect and says, "Church was great today!"
My father calls on Sundays

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